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The differents between Changmin and Yunho’s massage

Changmin doesn’t do delicate human contact, k? 

Jung’s rubbing technique is flawless tho. XD

nc-17 homin ficlet for y’all, since it’s 2:22 in the morning and i have no reservations about what i write at this time.

changmin likes to be fucked hard. he wants to be shoved over the side of the bed and have his wrists trapped above his head, held down firmly, so that he can thrash and writhe, all while knowing that yunho won’t let him go. he likes to be thrown up against the wall and see those biceps bulge as he’s lifted up so that he can wrap his legs around yunho’s hips. he’s happy to settle on his back and pull his legs wide, fold them around yunho’s waist and flex until yunho’s body covers his, muscled and heavy and too-hot. he likes to be pounded into, feel his hyung’s big cock force him open and stretch him in that delicious way that only comes from fucking with yunho. 

yunho likes it slow. he enjoys dragging every moment out. he likes to bring changmin to the edge of orgasm, until he’s gasping for breath and shaking all over and begging for just a few strokes on his cock, just enough to bring him over the edge. but yunho never does, he just gently pushes min’s hands away from his hard-on and goes back to slowly marking up those lean, muscled thighs. he likes to slick his fingers up and push them into changmin carefully, until all the snark and heat is gone out of his words and he’s just laying there with tears streaking into his hair. and then finally, when all changmin can do is whine pitifully and weakly scratch yunho’s back in a plea to please, please fuck me, yunho pushes his legs up over his own grazed shoulders and thrusts into that spot until changmin screams and goes limp. and only after changmin has come will yunho lean over to get his kiss, sliding his tongue into min’s gasping mouth and lick up every moan and whimper until he seizes up and paints min’s insides with white. 

for douknowmax: changkyu, neck fetish 

teeth closed delicately on the arch of his neck, closing and gently working the skin until kyuhyun moaned and attempted to pull away. a large hand closed on his shoulder and held him in place against the wall of the practice room, where absolutely no practice was getting done. 

“changmin,” he panted. 

no answer. unsurprising, really. when changmin wanted something, he was like a six-year old child, completely focused on the object of his attentions. 

and right now he wanted kyuhyun. 

“you can’t leave any marks!” he yelped as changmin bit down on the same place, slowly but surely turning the skin red and bruised. it was such a bad habit, really, and all the hyungs gave him the “we know what you got up to in the dressing room last week” and then he’d have to put up with jonghyun giving him those pervy eyebow wiggles and their outfits got all messed up and oh—

“stop thinking.” his boyfriend mumbled against his jaw, shifting his leg where he had placed it flush against the crotch of kyuhyun’s pants. he started mouthing the spot under his ear, soft and unmarked, lapping at it with his tongue and nipping at it sharply. 

“i’m going to make you come from only my mouth and leg, and i don’t want you thinking about anything else while i’m doing it.” 

kyuhyun looked up hazily, hair askew, clothes rumpled, red lovebites all over his neck and collarbone, and just closed his eyes and gave himself up. 

so i have this little au headcanon where steve and tony adopt peter when he’s like, 12. and of course, tony has no idea what to do with this kid, when is he ever around kids, tony + kids x longterm just doesn’t work. but he loves steve, and steve is adorably infatuated with peter, and the kid seems pretty cool, and he wants to make this work, so he goes with it. peter’s pretty shy, but he enjoys making stuff and drawing things, and so for a while tony gets him a huge drawing pad, and some supplies and some legos, and it’s ok. only one day tony just leaves the workshop unlocked, and peter’s done with his homework early and he wanders down there and sees tony updating the suit and just comes up and watches for a while and then says very quietly, “that’s wrong.” and tony jumps out of his work stool and the wrench goes flying and after a slightly-loud lecture on what not to do in the workshop, jesus christ, peter, do you want me to throw a heavy piece of metal at your head, tony gives peter a slanty-eyed look and asks him what he said. “that’s wrong,” peter repeats, and tony picks him up and sets him down on the worktable (far, far, far away from the blowtorch) and asks “what’s wrong, what’re you talking about, are you doubting my abilities, pipsqueak?” and peter giggles and shoes tony where the plates don’t match up because tony’d pushed them out of place while adjusting the hydraulics and then forgotten to shove them back together. and then also casually mentions something about how those hydraulics won’t be able to hold against more than ten tons of force because of some physics principal or another (i hate physics, ok). tony stares for a minute at this tiny skinny little kid before grinning and asking if peter’d like to help him fix it.

so when steve comes home from shield, he comes downstairs to see peter and tony working on a mini iron man suit, and well, you can imagine what happens then. 

but anyway, that’s how tony and peter bond. 

prompt: changmin’s fetish for kyu’s butt, from anon a.k.a the drabble that turned into a smut monster 

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Jinki should have known better than to trust Sungmin-hyung. One would think he’d be immune to puppy eyes and pouting, living with Taemin and Jonghyun, but no. He’d gotten sucked into all over again, and now he was sitting in nothing but his pants and a feather boa, rocking woozily on Yoochun-hyung’s lap. 

The cause of this sexuality-endangering mess was bouncing madly around Hyukjae, who was very carefully keeping a bottle out of Sungmin’s reach. 

“Hyukkie Hyukkie Hyukkie Hyukkie pleeeeeeease—” Sungmin was singing, occasionally lunging for his bandmate’s hands. “Just one more, please?” 

There were the puppy eyes again. Jinki looked away forcefully (wouldn’t want to get sucked into another plan to ‘bond with the SM Family’ without being told there would be alcohol, so much alcohol) and tried to find something safe to look at. Shindong and Kyuhyun were drawing faces on Yesung’s stomach, who was blissfully already passed out in an armchair. Jaejoong and Heechul were having what looked to be another “I’m the prettier crossdresser” contest with Donghae and Minho, although neither of them were paying attention to anything other than the soccer game on the plasma. 

The contest was interrupted, however, by Kibum (Key Kibum, the other Kibum was off mixing drinks in the bathtub) and Ryeowook jumping in out of nowhere yelling “TA-DAAAAAAA!” 

“I win!” Changmin shrieked, jumping out of a bedroom and onto the couch, blinding in a neon-pink, sequined Sailor Moon outfit. “Take that, bitches! No one wants you old hags anymore!” 

Jaejoong and Heechul screamed in indignation and tackled Changmin to the floor; Taemin, red-cheeked and shit who had given the baby soju, jumped delightedly into the fray. 

At that point, Jinki was about ready to pass out, and so he did, onto Yoochun-hyung’s shoulder. 

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this is totally what goes on at their parties. 

no, seriously. 

seriously. 

um, do you like it? i’m new to this “write fic publicly” thing, so i hope you like it!

Changmin has an unexplainable thing for the pale, soft skin of Kyuhyun’s abdomen. It is utterly unlike his tan, toned abs with the dark trial of hair leading down into his waistband. Kyuhyun hates working out and it shows in his deliciously vulnerable tummy and the soft curves of his waist and hipbones. Changmin likes to nose his way down Kyuhyun’s ribs and tongue at his bellybutton, stroke his fingers down his v-lines and grip them hard enough to bruise when Kyu wiggles and whines. 

Kyuhyun is perplexed by this fascination, but he never complains, especially when Changmin rewards him for not squirming by dipping below his hips and putting his mouth to better use. 

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was it ok? *nervous*

a day just for us: qmi quickfic 

it’s cool and crisp outside. the trees are caught between summer vert and autumn sunset, even with the piles of leaves spread everywhere from the wind. it’s sunny, but there’s a breeze, playfully pulling at bangs and nipping at ears.

kyuhyun is walking home from the bus stop, kicking up leaves with his battered sneakers, clutching a folder of sheet music and a small ipod, biting his lips as he listens to sung sikyung croon out a tune. he’s trying to figure out a good way to end his midterm composition (which he’s finished early, thank god). he can’t decide between the wholesome c-major chords or an unexpected but daintily pretty a-minor arpeggio. 

he realizes he can hear something outside of the music, and tugs at an earbud, wincing at the way it pulls at the sensitive inside of his ear. that’s forgotten in an instant as an arm is slung over his shoulder and he’s tugged closer to the beanpole that’s appeared. 

zhou mi is already chattering about his own composition, which is, as usual, a lighthearted, quick thing about fresh new love in winter. kyuhyun is content to just listen to him and snuggle deeper into his coat, while hastily readjusting the bulging folder about to fall on the sidewalk. the breeze has picked up and it plucks greedily at the pages. 

zhou mi laughs at his struggles. “here, let me take that.” he easily evades kyuhyun’s refusals and scoops up the folder. 

“mi, i can carry it myself,” kyuhyun protests. “you don’t have to.” 

mi smiles at him, soft and warm. “but i want to. i like helping you.” 

kyuhyun finds he can’t quite say anything back to that face, just coughs awkwardly, and pushes into mi’s side to hide his blush. zhou mi’s smile breaks out into a full-blown grin and his arm slides around his boyfriend’s waist as they keep walking home. 

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